Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Cryptic

So tonight I get an odd, but welcome, phone call from the lovely administrator at Travcom, the New Zealand Association of Travel Writers, Photographers and PRs.

Back in February, I entered their annual awards, so long ago I forgot which two pieces from the last year I'd even submitted. The administrator rang whilst I was trying to wrangle dinner, send an email and feed the dog; I wasn't expecting a conversation about whether I would be flying to Auckland for the swanky events dinner on 7 May.

Of course, I hadn't the slightest intention of doing so: apart from the fact it's a school night and I have to be elsewhere on a Tuesday, it involves schlepping north and shelling out for what's not the cheapest dinner in the world. I've previously won two prizes in these awards and both years they didn't require my presence. This time, the administrator "strongly" suggested I should attend. Which hopefully means it must be good news, but what's a girl to do?

About Me

Five foot nothing of organised chaos, I've made my living from words as long as I can remember.
This blog began life in May 2010 when we moved to Bristol, UK with the Animator's job. As I consider the Book of Face to be the work of the Devil, this blog was my way of letting friends and family on the other side of the world know what I was up to.
Headhunted back to Welly, NZ in July 2011, we are now, for the time being, happy to be home.
Kick off your shoes and stay a while....